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| London's burnin, London's burnin, fetch the engines, fetch the engines, Fire! Fire! |
Called my
mother yesterday – mostly out of a bad conscience, cause she is all alone and has
to cope with her stuff. I hereby vow to visit her more, sorry Mum!
Anyway, she
seemed kind of preoccupied, so I asked her what she was doing. She replied: “Oh
you know, just getting rid of my stuff, I’m BURNING some papers right now…Ouch,
that was my finger!”
Is this
some kind of spiritual zen thing again?
Seriously, the women
in my family…
She then
told me about what happened to her the other day and I must say - it made me laugh A LOT. Apparently she took
a metal bin and her papers, letters and such and drove to a field to burn them.
When she was almost done, it started raining heavily. She got into her car but
the motor wouldn’t start and when she tried to call the ADAC her mobile ran out
of battery.
By
then it
was hailing. She stopped a women (probably told her all about her
lifelong problems) and
asked her to call the towing service. The women replied “Oh, my phone's
run out of battery as well. Sorry there.” So when the service people
finally arrived, she
was practically drenched – even the blanket over her head was soaked...
She is one strange character, but I just love
her to bits :-D
(btw, thanks for the image RB-design :-) )
(btw, thanks for the image RB-design :-) )
